“You should leave.” My pulse hammers in my throat. It’s all I hear, the relentless thump-thump of my heart. “What if I don’t?” I find myself asking, and we both hear the breathy note in each word. He moves closer. Slowly. Deliberately. Until he’s completely backed me up against the tiled wall. “If you don’t go? Then I’ll probably kiss you,” he says bluntly.
